“It was a long ways,” he said in a soft drawl.
“I sent you fifty dollars, Nolan; you didn’t have to walk.”
The deep, grim lines turned to a slight grin of amusement.
“I got in a poker game,” he said slowly. “I reckon my ability has kinda gone to seed. But I’m here now, Marsh.”
“Sit down, Nolan.”
Nolan sank down in a leather-covered chair and relaxed easily. Marsh shoved a humidor of cigars over to him, but Blaze shook his head and began rolling a cigarette.
“You knew I got you out, didn’t you, Nolan?”
Blaze looked up quickly.
“I wasn’t sure.” He licked the edge of the cigarette paper and fashioned the smoke. “I thought so,” he added. “Needed somebody with a political pull, and I knowed you had one, Marsh. Thank yuh kindly.”
“I had a reason, Nolan.”